Two. They both arrived as stray kittens some years back. I suppose
someone drove by and dumped them. One is Priscilla. She showed up back
before my last cat disappeared. That cat was Lyssastrata and had gotten
to be old and arthritic and had always hated other cats, but for some
reason completely accepted Priscilla. Lyssastrata was having a hard time
getting around and couldn't have gone far, but just vanished. I suspect
that the disappearance was due to the coyotes that the mountainside
above my house is infested with. Some years later after Priscilla had
grown up another kitten showed up and was given the name of Alex. I let
him move in and Priscilla was very upset about that, but by now has come
to at least tolerate him. Alex is now a full grown cat, but he has
always remained smaller than Priscilla and Priscilla kind of bullies
him. They have two food bowls side by side, but they do not eat side by
side. Alex always waits for Priscilla to finish before eating or else he
is likely to get swatted. Priscilla considers my lap to be her special
place, but occasionally when she is not occupying it Alex takes a seat
on my lap. If Priscilla happens to notice that she will come up beside
me and utter a hiss. Alex then promptly vacates the lap and Priscilla
takes his place. Neither of them can quite decide whether to stay inside
or out now that the colder weather has come. They seem to take turns
meowing to be let out and then scratching on the door to be let back in.
Sundown is curfew for both of them though. There are just too many
coyotes in the vicinity for them to be allowed to stay outside after
dark. But a few nights ago Alex didn't come home at the appropriate time
and stayed out all night. By the time morning came I was thinking that a
coyote had gotten him until about 8:30 in the morning when he came
scratching at the door. He got scolded and spent the day sleeping. I
suppose he didn't get any sleep the whole night wherever he was.
---
David Hume
“ In our reasonings concerning matter of fact, there are all imaginable degrees
of assurance, from the highest certainty to the lowest species of moral
evidence. A wise man, therefore, proportions his belief to the evidence. ”
― David Hume,
On 11/29/2019 9:02 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
How many cats do you have? Are they your pet cats or do they just sort of hang
out in your house occasionally?
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: Roger Loran Bailey
Sent: Friday, November 29, 2019 8:14 PM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx; Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: Re: [blind-democracy] Re: a quick wish for a better tomorrow
There were no tensions for me. My thanksgiving dinner was a ham sandwich eaten
alone and the entire day was rather peaceful with no one to bother me except
for a couple of cats who kept wanting in and out.
---
David Hume
“ In our reasonings concerning matter of fact, there are all imaginable degrees
of assurance, from the highest certainty to the lowest species of moral
evidence. A wise man, therefore, proportions his belief to the evidence. ”
― David Hume,
On 11/29/2019 3:28 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
Carl deals in dreams and fantasy. I mean, here is this blind man writing about his Thanksgiving
experience, saying, "As I gaze around me..." and talking about his "good looking
children". I think he means that he loves his family and is happy to have them altogether in
his home. But to express his feelings to an email list filled with blind people all in visual terms
seems a bit strange. It's the kind of thing that you do if yoou're blind and you're communicating
with a bunch of sighted people. So it gives me pause. Family gatherings at holiday times are
supposed to be warm, loving, and joyful. Sometimes, they are. Often, longstanding family conflicts
raise their ugly heads or unexpected tensions arise. Mostly, holiday gatherings are a mixed bag.
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Friday, November 29, 2019 2:49 PM
To: blind-democracy <blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
Subject: [blind-democracy] a quick wish for a better tomorrow
For the Jarvises this is a time for family. The entire long weekend starting
with last Wednesday. In all, 23 family members will break Turkey with us.
It's a wonderful time, but getting a bit difficult for a couple of grandparents
to pull off. But how can we turn away such a fine group of people, like our
children and their families?
As I gaze about me, all I can say to Cathy is, "Boy did we do a good job of raising
up such a good looking group of perfect children."
Carl Jarvis
